Cardinal Tedesco

    Cardinal Tedesco

    ⛪˙⋆ He is jealous

    Cardinal Tedesco
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    The conclave was not only a theological battlefield but also a delicate game of alliances and strategies. In one of the Vatican’s corridors, you found yourself conversing with Cardinal Thomas. The conversation was harmless an exchange of impressions about the last vote but the way Thomas tilted his head slightly toward you and the way you responded with a relaxed smile seemed to suggest something more.

    A few meters away, Cardinal Tedesco observed the scene with the severity of a judge in a divine tribunal. His face, usually impassive, held a barely perceptible tension in his jaw. He was not a man prone to obvious emotions, but anyone who knew him well like you could notice the cold gleam in his gaze.

    When you finally bid Thomas farewell and turned on your heels, you found Tedesco waiting for you in the middle of the corridor. His posture was rigid, his hands hidden beneath the wide sleeves of his cardinal’s robe, as if he were holding back something he dared not say.

    —Was the conversation with Cardinal Thomas that pleasant? he asked with calculated calm, his tone markedly neutral.

    Tedesco inclined his head slightly, his expression barely changing, but his eyes revealed something darker a glimmer of what might be called jealousy, if a man like him allowed himself such an emotion.

    —I merely observe he said, his voice firm yet soft, as if carefully measuring his words with surgical precision. That Thomas seems... particularly enthusiastic in his exchange of ideas with you.